Chapter Nine
“Ely, Montana,” Marcus said. “That’s right.”
Sitting in an uncomfortable wood chair across the desk, Brady just stared at his brother on the phone. Who he was talking to, he had no idea. The door was open, and Harold walked in, carrying a coffee.
“Here, you sure you don’t want a coffee? You should have something to eat, too. I can send out for something.” Harold was holding the coffee out to him, but he set it on the desk when he didn’t take it.
Brady just stared at the steaming mug and then dragged his gaze back to Harold. “No, I’m good…” he started.
“Order him a ham and cheese,” Marcus said, sliding the phone from his mouth. “Get Colby to run down and pick it up.”
Harold patted his shoulder. “Marcus is right. You need to eat. Look, don’t worry. We’ll track her down. An
